Have no fear, I saved up a post to get you through the summer of no hilarious 8th grade stories!
A girl I coached in track gave me this card. Turns out I'm pretty good at faking it through track season...
This kid started referring to himself as the lone wolf at the end of the year. This was the title of his poetry book.
Sometimes a little spell check goes a long way.
There is just so much to love about this poem one of the boys wrote about his ideal summer day.
That is obviously a horse galloping in the sunset.
Thankfully they put a label next to the green dinosaur thing. It's a donkey.
I just love that this card makes no sense to me.
The boy who wore the cardigan to school that accidentally matched my outfit wrote this in my yearbook. He's basically the last person I would ever predict that would utilize rap lyrics.
And last, our favorite zip up hoodie, bottle digging friend. Just to recap, he's the one who yelled "hey ya buttholes!" to the kids in the hall. He also NEVER puts spaces in his writing and he knows it drove me crazy. Hence, the note below.
Happy summer!
